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"..."
"Didn't you say earlier that we encountered some kind of spatial dislocation while at sea?"
"Now, is even the entire city experiencing issues?"
"This is certainly not where the sun should be rising."
Bapulor's face remained cheerful.
He jestingly mentioned the phenomenon defying logic in the distance, then he himself stood up from the chair.
Swoosh—
He ripped off the mask on his face, turned around, and bowed to Ronald.
"However, since morning has already arrived... Ronald, it's time for us to part ways. I have thoroughly enjoyed our collaboration, and I hope when we meet again, it can be like today."
Ronald didn't say much, just nodded and simply replied,
"Well then—until we meet again."
"..."
Under the eerie morning sunlight, Bapulor left Ronald with a gentle smile.
Then the heretical Magician jumped down from the roof of the inn.
"Ah—"
A scream of a sprained ankle reached the rooftop.
